So last night I arrived back at the crack past midnight after a thrilling exploration with the Moose of both the depths and the heights of the round theater in Aidekman. When I arrived back in Narn, I was bummed to see that my sleepover companions, Old Man & Dizco, were already asleep in A’s bed. Turned on lights & packed my bags but the pair slept like a rock. When I at last laid down in my big comfy bed an hour later, the Old Man starting emitting noises from his throat, the likes of which I had never heard (Like construction coming from his face?). I put in earplugs & buried my head in pillows, but the choking/squeaking noises could not be muffled.
Finally in a flash of inspiration I remembered that half the house was gone for Turkey Day, and I could have pretty much any bed I wanted.
My first attempt was to join Moose in the Sauna. I climbed into Mr. Sun’s empty bed and immediately realized it was significantly harder than my cushy bed in Narn. I could have dealt with that, I’ve fallen asleep on many harder surfaces in my lifetime (floors, sidewalks, tables, etc), if not for the noises seeping through the wall from K’s room. Narn is connected to K’s room as well, but Mr. Sun’s bed is right up against the wall. The noise was keeping the Moose up as well, and I suggested that we go defend the fort up in the bear keep (the fort’s usual occupant had also taken advantage of the empty nest and had passed out in Midge’s bed), but the Moose was not game, so I bid him goodnight & continued my hunt.
As soon as I entered the keep I realized that it would be unsuitable for sleeping in:
a) Teabear’s sheets had migrated elsewhere. Maybe to Colorado? God knows his bags were big enough to fit them.
b) the window was wide open with a fan in it.
The fort had obviously already been defended that night. I left the frigid room to seek warmer beds, and after deciding against Miss Al’s bed (as I had already slept there once, after storming pissily out of my room when my narnic roommate decided to smoke a certain mothball smelling substance at 2 in the morning on a Wednesday), the first thing I thought of was Miss R & the Miss-Match’s oven of a room, where Miss R keeps the fan constantly running into November just to make the room livable.
I snuggled into the Miss-Match’s fluffy, white, surprisingly matching sheets amid the yellow fuzzy mythical creatures frolicking through thrift store utopian scenes, with the three faces of Frida Kahlo intently fixated on me (not so different than my own three dirty Native American buddies – so I suppose that was a homey touch).
And that is where I finally passed out, under the watchful gaze of the Fridas, realizing that all I was missing now was my cozy bear companion, thousands of miles away, dreaming in the mountains. At least I had Nyla, ideal specimin of beauty of Medford, to keep me company.
Anyway, woke up this morning & the construction in Narn had cleared up. The Old Man & Dizco were nowhere in sight, but they had left me a lovely surprise – a three foot tall marijuana plant and the dismembered head of the crack horse.
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